Red Roofed

Today was Bank Holiday Monday so of course it was grey, cloudy, windy and damp. Undeterred we decided it was time for a trip back to Rye in East Sussex.
Due to the disappointing weather we assumed it would not be too busy but the whole town was crowded with people. We were intending to have a quick spot of lunch and then head to Rye Harbour for a blast of sea air but there were queues outside every tea room and restaurant, until we reached the delightfully named Simon The Pieman Tea Room and managed to secure one of the last tables.
After a toasted sarnie and a cappuccino we had a leisurely walk around the town and popped into Rye Art Gallery before heading out to Rye Harbour.
When we arrived at Rye Harbour it was just as mobbed as the town. It has a massive car park but it was almost completely full. We managed to squeeze in and decided a quick pint at the William Conqueror pub was in order before our blast of sea air.
As we set out along the path to the sea the wind picked up and it began to spit with rain - not exactly the heatwave we had been promised a few weeks ago!  It felt like autumn instead of late summer. I think today's image gives a pretty accurate representation of the conditions.
This black and red roofed hut sits not far from the mouth of the River Rother alongside the path. It dates from the early 1900's and unsurprisingly, taking into account it's location, it was originally a store for fishing and shrimping equipment.
At one point it was known as "Gran's Hut", at least by the grandchildren of the woman who owned it between the 1930's and 1950's - a Mrs Sophia Clara Honeysett.
I've managed to find an article online by her great grandson who confirms it was a meeting place for the whole extended family and regular trips were made to the hut in summer. 
He remembers going down to the hut even after the Second World War had been declared as his gran (this is what he called her) had been given a pass which still allowed her access to the hut. He also recalls being asked by his gran to tread very carefully and "hold granny's hand very tight" on their walks down to the hut along  on what, at the time, seemed a very narrow strip of land that was cordoned off as mines had been laid on both sides of it. Effectively they had to walk through a minefield to get to their hut!